Luyện nghe bài hát Georgie

As I walked out over London
One misty early,
I overheard a pretty maid
Was for her Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the of many
He was born of king's breed
And lost to a lady.

Go me my milk white steed,
Go me my pony,
I will to London court
To for the life of my Geordie.

Ah, my never stole nor cow nor calf,
He never any,
Stole sixteen of the royal deer,
And he them in Bohenny.

Two babies have I born,
The third in my body,
I'd freely part with them one
If spare the life of Geordie.

The judge looked over his shoulder,
He fair maid I'm sorry
He said fair maid you be gone
For I pardon Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the of many,
Stole sixteen of the royal deer
And he sold in Bohenny.